Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 92070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
She looks up at me, then she turns to the mirror.
And, bam, we're exactly where we need to be. I can see everything I need to see.
Her curvy body on the bed. Her hair falling over her cheeks. Her hand as she slides her fingers into one of the belt loops on my jeans.
The mirror ends at my chest.
I could be anyone. Well, less the familiar ink. I'm not as vain as I pretend to be. I don't study the patterns in the mirror, but I know them by heart. Every shape, every shade, every line.
She does too. She takes my hand, turns it over, traces the design on my forearm. The tree where we traded a million promises.
"Have I told you how much I love this?" She traces it again.
"Not today."
"I do." She brings my arm toward her and presses her lips to my forearm. "And this." She places a kiss on the inside of my wrist. Then my thumb. "I know exactly where I want this."
"Oh?"
She nods. "You got what you want." She takes my hand and brings it to her chest. "Now I get what I want."
"What do you want?"
"Everything." She pushes my t-shirt up my stomach and presses her lips to my skin.
Fuck.
She can't mean—
Fuck.
"It's been a long time." She undoes the button of my jeans. "I might have forgotten."
I swallow hard.
She taps the fabric again. "Off."
I pull the t-shirt over my head.
She lowers my zipper and slides my jeans off my hips.
Then the boxers.
She looks to the mirror as she wraps her hand around me.
Val, naked, in her bed, with her hand around me, asking me to watch.
This is beyond any fucking fantasy.
I've died and gone to heaven.
Heaven is a huge porno.
Who the hell knew?
She runs her thumb over my tip, exploring me with different motions and pressure.
I struggle to stay in control of my senses. This isn't how I usually do things—I don't yield to anyone—and I want every perfect inch of her.
She takes her sweet time torturing me, then she pumps me with one stroke.
Then firmer.
Firmer.
There.
"Fuck." I roll my thumb over her nipple.
"The first time I… A part of me wished it was this." She pumps me again, then she brushes her lips against me. "You, guiding me, teaching me, showing me exactly what I needed to do."
Another soft brush of her lips.
Another.
Then she wraps them around me. She takes me into her soft, wet mouth.
My entire body shudders.
My other hand goes to the back of her head. I knot my hand in her hair. I toy with her nipple with my thumb.
She takes me deeper.
Deeper.
Then she pulls back and does it again.
"Fuck, Val." I tug at her hair. It's harder than I intend, but she doesn't freeze.
She pulls back and looks up at me. "Do that again."
"You sure?"
"Yeah." She brushes her lip against me. "I like it." Again. "I really like it." Again.
Slowly, she takes me into her mouth. She glides over me, one sweet inch at a time.
I let my hand cup the back of her head. I tug at her hair as she takes me again and again.
She groans against my cock.
Again.
Again.
Again.
It feels too fucking good. I don't have the will to insist I fuck her, come inside her, finish with her.
After all, I imagined this too.
I dreamed about this too.
I toy with her as she takes me, my thumb around her nipple, my hand against her hair.
We move in that perfect rhythm of pleasure, me toying with her, her pulling me deeper and deeper into her.
Then I'm there.
"Fuck, vixen." I tug at her hair. "I'm going to come."
She doesn't pull back. She brings her hand to the flesh of my ass and holds me against her, taking me deeper and deeper.
Until I'm pulsing against her lips, coming in her gorgeous mouth.
She waits until I spill every drop, then she pulls back, swallows hard, wipes her lips.
She looks up at me with an intoxicating mix of need and pride and affection. "How was that?"
"Huh?"
"That good?"
I barely manage a nod. "That wasn't the plan."
"The plan changed."
I shake my head. "We're gonna have to do it again."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Fulfill my fantasy right."
She smiles. "Okay." She motions come here.
I fix my jeans and sit on the bed next to her.
"You can lead next time." She presses her lips to my neck. "Once I decide you've watched enough."
"You liked it?"
"I did."
"You like being in control, don't you, vixen?"
"I do." She brings her lips to mine. "But I want to try losing control too."
"Whips and chains?"
"No. Well, eventually, maybe. But something like this…" She rests her hand on my thigh. "Like… after I finish, I invite you into the bed, then you take over."
"You sure?"
"No," she says. "But I want to try if you do."
I do. But—"I won't forgive myself if I hurt you."
"You won't."
"Are you sure?"